Late in my early teenage, I was considered fast While some of the girls were failing, I pa**ed in every cla** Our principal's name was Christia, and I played upon his fears In exchange for my diploma, I loved him through the years CHORUS: Happy birthday Mr. Christian, what are we gonna do? You want a teenage past-time, I want a love that's true A man in your position, you oughta be ashamed Happy birthday Mr. Christian, why can't you live up to your name? It was only the first semester but my body developed quick Compared to the size of my chest then All the other girls looked sick Mr. Christian stared at me always, desire turned to pain I suggested we go to his office, and that's when the lunch bell rang CHORUS Oh Mr. Christian, you're a bad boy Why that's not a pencil...shame Oh Mr. Christian, you're a bad boy Why can't you live up to your name? We had our love down to an art form Each act was like scenes from a play With every lesson I gave him Mr. Christian gave me an "A" I graduated with honors A riddle to everyone Everyone except Christian Mr. Christian and I, and our son CHORUS {repeat twice in BG} What are we gonna do? I want a love that's true You oughta be ashamed Why can't you live up to your name? What are we gonna do? No tengo tiempo para jugar {I have no time to play games} Necesito un hombre verdadero, no metido {I need a real man, not a liar} Tú sí que no te enteras, chaval, OK? {You don't understand, boy, OK?} Qué hacemos? {What are we gonna do?} Habla fuerte que no te oigo! {Speak louder cuz I can't hear you!} Christian! Christian! Christian! Oh Mr. Christian, you're a bad boy Christian Give me some horns (HUGH!) I like it! Christian! {x4} Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you Happy birthday Mr. Christian, happy birthday to you Happy birthday, Mr. Christian